Sebastian hardly wanted to be here. He came to Paris at his mother’s request, but hadn’t actually expected her to follow through on making him follow her around like a shadow. He wasn’t interested in fashion, let alone watching a bunch of extremely thin girls strut around in heels and big flowing dresses.
His mother finally had enough when he let his head slump onto her shoulder, fake snoring loudly in her ear. “Sebastian, please,” she said, exasperated as she pushed her son back upright.
“Mom, I’m seriously going out of my mind. I don’t care about any of this,” he said, not caring that he was a seventeen year-old boy who was practically whining at this point. “Can I please go? We can have dinner tonight or whatever, just give me some time to do what I want.”
“I know what kind of things and people you would be doing right now if I let you have too loose of a leash, Bastian,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. “Now how about you just bear it a little longer? I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the next part,” she said, a knowing smile on her face.
Sebastian released an exaggerated sigh and stayed slumped in his chair, looking up at the runway. The lights all shifted and the music changed suddenly. Sebastian almost did a double take when an actual male walked out on the stage. His mother rarely designed for men, so Sebastian was never really wanting to hang out around her office.
He was gorgeous and determined as he strut out onto the stage with his dark curls and intense gold eyes. Sebastian heard his mother laugh quietly from next to him, obviously amused by his expression. “His name is Blaine Anderson. He’s a new model and is here for a Summer music program,” she explained, unprompted. “Like what you see?” she teased.
Sebastian chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Maybe if he didn’t look like a blood-soaked Big Bird,” he commented over the pulsing music.
It was apparently loud enough for this Blaine Anderson to hear, because he then shed the ridiculous jacket, offering Sebastian a much better view of how the shiny red material clung to his muscled form. He definitely didn’t imagine the wink sent his way as Blaine made his turn and walked back down the runway.
Sebastian inclined his head towards his mother, eyes never leaving Blaine’s ass. “That’s mine,” he said lowly, eyes sparking when Blaine caught him staring right before disappearing backstage.
Maybe this whole fashion thing wasn’t as boring as he thought.